Pajama Show

"Mind if I come in?" Peter asked after knocking on Zack's bedroom door.

"Sure, it's unlocked," the bedroom's owner replied.

Peter opened the door and walked in. Zack noticed right away that all he wore was a pair of blue, white, and yellow plaid pajama pants. That reminded Zack that he needed to find a nice pair of similar pajamas to wear. Albeit, those pants looked far too heavy for this hot weather, even with the air conditioning on. The teenager noted that to his older friend.

"Yeah, I probably should've brought a lighter pair or some shorts. I had these stashed in the guest—sorry, Hannah's room," Zack's brown-haired mentor revealed with a chuckle.

"I keep on telling Taylor that she's going to need an extra room for life for Hannah."

"I probably will need one for her too," Peter added, shaking his head at the idea. "So, are you okay in here? You stormed off rather fast."

"Me? I'm lucky that I'm not in your shoes. I've almost made it to senior year, and they finally started to question where I'm going and with whom. You've been dealing with worse for almost five, six years."

"Damn right, you're lucky. Ashley is nowhere near Hannah's level. She might worry about you almost the same as Taylor, but you don't have the instigator girl. Paris isn't the type to green-light a spying mission, although I can see her going along. Nope, out of the girls your age, I can only see Heather filling in for Hannah. And fortunately for you, you're not on Heather's radar," Peter explained.

"Thank god for that," Zack barked out a laugh. "Still, Pete, how doesn't it drive you crazy? The girls have actually followed you on dates. And more than once!"

"I guess I'm far too laid back to fight it. I know they meddle because they care. However, you're right. It can mess up my dating life. My relationships are usually short-lived because my girlfriends can't handle my friends that are nosy, meddling girls. I've had to find other ways to enjoy myself. Whomever I do marry is going to have to understand my friendship with the girls," the college student admitted with a sigh. "I blame Nate for all this, by the way."

"Nate? What's he got to do with it?"

"He moved away. Once the Toones moved to Hawaii, Hannah and Taylor became almost paranoid that I'd abandon them as well. It didn't help that we entered puberty not long after. Many friendships between boys and girls can't survive those hormonal years. Honestly, you and Chloe amaze me. Not once did you two show any cracks."

"Chloe and I are pretty special. We've never seen each other as anything more than best friends, and that's enough for us," Zack declared proudly.

"Tay and I are relatively the same. We had a few awkward moments but worked our way through them," Peter commented, conveniently forgetting to mention his hot mess of a friendship with Hannah. Glancing at Zack's alarm clock, he added, "You better hurry up and get changed. The girls went to get changed when I came down here. If we're late for the fashion show, Hannah's going to get pissed. And she's already in a foul mood."

"Oh, I didn't notice," Zack joked, heading to his connected bathroom.

"Holy shit! We're about to watch Passion Peaks with the hottest girls in town, and it's a pajama party. I must be dreaming. Pinch my arm—no, wait! Slap my face," Leon rambled on excitably.

SLAP

"Oww! What the fuck, Jared?! That hurt!"

"You asked me to slap you," the other teen reminded him in confusion.

"I didn't mean for you to actually slap me, you big oaf! I better not have a mark," Leon complained, rushing off to the half-bath located down the hall. "Wonderful! Just fucking wonderful, I have a red mark on my face. Thanks a lot, steroid boy!"

"What his problem now?" Zack asked as he and Peter entered the living room.

"He thought he was having a wet dream and asked me to slap him. So I did," Jared explained.

"Serves him right," Peter laughed.

"Yeah, but we don't need him whining about it all night," Zack pointed out.

"Don't worry. Once Leon sees the girls in their pajamas, he'll be too tongue-tied," Jared countered.

"Touché," Peter nodded.

At the moment, a loud whistling echoed down the stairs.

"Us ladies are ready. Assemble in the foyer, boys," Hannah called down from the second floor.

Zack, Peter, and Jared made their way to the foyer. Sprinting, Leon met them from the other direction. The guys couldn't see Hannah, but they could hear her as the fun-loving blonde began her master of ceremonies duties.

"Our first model, Ashley Woodsen, hails from a long line of beautiful blondes and cheerleaders." Ashley appeared at the top of the stairs, where she performed a slow twirl. "Miss Woodsen is wearing a two-piece pajama set with a buttoned top in a solid pale pink. The shorts are a plaid design consisting of pale pink and black with a drawstring in the front that's practically begging to be pulled."

As her older sister spoke, Ashley took each step at a slow pace. She also continued her usual practice of giggling at the attention.

"The choice to go with pink shows that Ashley's a sweet gal with a propensity for playing the role of a matchmaker for others. It may seem like a useless hobby as high school relationships are destined to fail," Hannah continued, with the guys able to hear Taylor tell her to play nice. The younger Woodsen sister glanced over her shoulder up the stairs in annoyance but didn't say anything.

"The plaid shorts that Ashley is wearing reflect her conflicted personality. The pink for her sweetness and the black for the hidden sexual side waiting to be unleashed by a future lover. Guys, take note of the minx waiting to be awakened. Maybe one of you can replace her boorish brute of a boyfriend and make her older sister proud."

"Hey, not funny, Han!" Ashley turned around, two steps from the bottom, to yell at her sister.

"You know it's true! I bet Brandon's even got a small dick," Hannah screamed back.

"He does not! It's above-average according to—"

"Probably by a millimeter. What, Tay? Oh, right!" Hannah paused to compose herself. "Our next model hails from a long line of doctors. Fortunately, it doesn't appear that this Bishop is interested in such a boring career. Oww! Way to act mature, Tay!"

The group at the bottom of the stairs burst into laughter at the two best friends' antics. Even Ashley went from being upset to joining in.

"A new addition to the Azure Rocks High School cheerleading squad, I'm willing to say, from personal experience, that the boys of the school and their fathers are going to love watching her pom-poms bounce," Hannah continued.

"Eww! The dads are going to check me out?" Paris could be heard asking.

"Some of the dads are the worst," Ashley informed the guys quietly. Peter nodded as he'd heard about this many times. "You wouldn't believe who's dad was the worst pervert last year. It was—"

"I give you, Paris Bishop!" Hannah announced, cutting Ashley off as Paris appeared at the top of the stairs. Several mouths opened in awe, along with several dicks twitching to life. "Paris is wearing a similar two-piece pajama set as Ashley. Gee, I wonder who she went shopping with. Baby blue in color with tiny white leopard spots much can be deciphered about the younger Bishop's desires from her choice."

Having a blast, Paris practically skipped down the stairs, stopping every other step to perform a slow twirl. Turning around each time, she made eye contact with a different guy each time with her eyes returning to Peter at the end.

"The white leopard spots hint at an openness to bisexuality that her uptight cousin doesn't have." Paris glanced back up the stairs in confusion as Taylor order Hannah to finish it up. "And the baby blue represents the younger Bishop's desire to be bred and soon."

Gasps filled the foyer and upstairs. Any chance of the situation growing uncomfortable ended up quickly dashed as Paris laughed at the suggestion. Bouncing down the last few steps, she abruptly stopped as Leon dropped to one knee in front of her.

"Paris Bishop, will you marry me?"

Peter palmed his face while Jared shook his head slowly in dismay. Up above, several heads could be seen leaning over the railing to peer downstairs. Horrified by Leon's action, Zack struggled not to drag his friend off the floor. Fortunately, it didn't come to that as Paris handled her admiring friend.

"I think not. I'm allergic to your kind."

"My kind?" Leon questioned, his face showing surprise.

"You're planning to go out for the basketball team again this year, right?" Paris asked.

"Well, yeah."

"I'm off-limits to basketball players. This cheerleader is all about the pigskin schlong," Paris declared, winking at Zack while high-fiving Jared. Ashley nearly doubled over in laughter before catching herself as Leon got to his feet.

"Our next model better not receive any marriage proposals down there," Hannah warned. "She needs to start spreading her legs for the badly needed experience. Ha! You missed—oww! Kicking is not allowed, Tay! Gawd, that hurt!"

"Hi, I'm Taylor Bishop," Taylor announced herself as she appeared at the top of the stairs. "I'm the half of my friendship duo who suffers from my other half's inappropriate, slutty ways." Taylor gave a slow twirl before starting her descent.

"Someday, you'll see the light!" Hannah vowed. "You'll go gaga over a cock, I tell ya!"

"Unlike that person, I'm more interested in helping others than being selfish," Taylor stated.

"Oh, I help others! I make them cum!" Hannah shot back.

"I'm wearing a similar style of pajamas as Ashley and Paris. And no, I didn't need anyone to help me buy them. As you can see, my two-piece set is mostly black with a smattering of tiny pink and red dots," Taylor explained, nearly two-thirds down.

"Those dots mean that you're secretly a pervert!"

"Shut the fuck up, Han!"

Growling, Taylor swiftly finished her descent. Muttering that she needed a drink, Taylor took off for the kitchen. Zack and Peter both considered following her but stopped as a vixen vision appeared at the top of the stairs.

"Up next is Poppy Dufor. Unlike our last model, this girl knows how to have fun. She's always down to fuck, and not just men." Poppy finished her twirl with an exaggerated shrug. "As you can see, Poppy has changed things up slightly from our previous boring models." Ashley and Paris made sounds of displeasure. "Wearing a royal blue lace and satin cami set, Poppy's choice of a royal color represents her connection to the Wynwick family. While not blood related to one of Azure Rocks' oldest, wealthiest families, we're sure that Poppy will fuck her way into it."

More than halfway down the stairs, Poppy looked backward with raised hands in a what-the-hell gesture. Turning back, she paused momentarily before smirking. Leaning her back against the wall, she raised a leg, placing it on the railing above the spindles. Taking a cue from Taylor, she narrated the next part.

"I mainly chose this color because it goes great with my hair and skin tone. Don't you boys agree?" Poppy slid her hand up the raised leg. With dancing fingers, the sultry ginger continued well past the hemline of her shorts. Although unable to see where her fingers went, the watchers had an idea. That idea proved correct when Poppy pulled her hand back out of shorts and held up a glistening index finger.

"I'm also ready to watch some passion play," the redhead remarked, putting her finger into her mouth and sucking it dry.

Leon fell backward, hitting the front door and slumping to the side.

"Hey, what's going on down there?" Hannah inquired, unable to see.

"Nothing that you haven't done," Poppy stated, finishing her descent. "Who's going to be the lucky fella that gets to sit next to me?"

Knowing how to make an exit, Poppy left the room to join Taylor.

"Goddamn," Jarred breathed out.

"Whoa," Ashley sounded.

"Uh, does anyone want to help Leon? Because I'm not helping the little shit," Paris proclaimed. She gestured to where her friend had fallen onto the floor and now rubbed the back of his head while moaning.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I now present you with the person you've waited breathlessly for: me! I'm Hannah Woodsen. I'm a fun-loving gal with an upbeat attitude. Some may call me sassy, but I just have an awesome sense of humor. Unlike my sister, I don't waste my time with worthless attempts to 'help' people find love. No, I love to help them find lust."

Finished her twirl, Hannah began her descent with her head held high.

"As you can see, I'm wearing a satin slip in lipstick red. I chose the slip as it—Hey, eyes up here!" Hannah screeched, finally lowering her head to see no one watching her. They all stared off to the side of the foyer. "What the hell?"

"Hold on, Han. We're helping Leon up," Peter called from out of Hannah's sightline.

"No, no, no! I already started my fashion show! You're ruining everything!" Hannah stomped on the stair.

"Wow, talk about selfishness. Leon looks to be okay, but he could've been hurt. Not that you seem to care," Jared scolded, appearing at the bottom. "You do look hot, though."

"Thanks, I tried to find the right color. Hey, come back!" Hannah ordered as Jared vanished again. In his place, Zack appeared.

"Jeez, maybe Taylor was right. You are acting quite selfish," Zack pointed out before he disappeared as well.

"Oh, no! You're not starting in too, little Bishop! I won't have it, not from you!" Hannah stomped down the stairs. She arrived in time to see Peter and Jared helping an unsteady Leon to his feet.

"Wow, I must be dead because I'm seeing the hottest devil ever," Leon announced, standing up straight.

"Why, thank you!" Hannah beamed, shooting dirty glares at the others.

"Yep, he's fine," Paris muttered. Her eyes lit up as she remembered the final person left. "It's Chloe's turn!"

Paris and Ashley rushed over to the bottom of the stairs. Curious, Zack and Jared followed them. Annoyed at how interested everyone seemed about Chloe's show and not hers, Hannah started to complain but stopped. She'd recalled that she had helped select Chloe's outfit. Pushing her way past everyone, Hannah stepped onto the first step.

"We're ready, Chloe!" the busty blonde yelled. Lowering her voice, she explained to the others. "Chloe wanted to wear this awful nightshirt. It looked like something from a hundred years ago."

"It was bad. I don't think my grandma would be caught dead in it," Ashley agreed.

"So I went through some of my old stuff in my closet. I found her the perfect slip to wear."

Hannah's revelation caused Peter and Zack to glance at each other in concern. They knew Chloe wouldn't willingly wear anything of Hannah's.

"Chloe! We're waiting!"

"I'm not wearing this! I look like...I look like a fool," Chloe responded to Hannah.

"You look hot, that's what!" Hannah yelled back. She looked at her sister and Paris for support.

"You look great, Chloe, trust me," Ashley agreed.

"You're going to knock their socks off!" Paris stated. Immediately, Hannah and Ashley hissed at her for saying that.

"What?! No, no, no! I'm changing."

"Dammit, Chloe! If you don't come down right this instance, I'm coming up there. I'll drag you down here. And don't doubt that I will. I'm already super pissed off," Hannah warned.

After about fifteen seconds, Hannah made her move as Chloe nervously appeared. Clapping, Hannah began her final duty.

"And here we have Chloe McRose—Chloe!"

The blonde shrieked because the redhead started to rapidly descend the stairs. She held her arms out to block anyone's view of her. That proved futile as the watchers noticed that she wore a similar satin slip as Hannah but in a cream color. They also could see her big breasts bouncing wildly as she sped down the stairs. Zack stared dumbfounded at the sight. Jared and Peter weren't as stunned, but they were surprised. Leon took a different approach, shoving his way to the front. He dropped to one knee as Chloe had only four stairs left. In return, she pointed her finger sternly at her friend.

"Don't you even dare!" the redhead growled, hitting the first floor. She swerved around Leon, making her way toward the kitchen.

"Chloe McRose, will you marry me?" Leon yelled as she disappeared from sight. "Chloe, I mean it!"

"Humph!" Paris snorted, turning everyone's attention toward her. Standing with her arms crossed, she glared at the blond kneeling on the floor. "Didn't you just propose to me, Griffin?"

"Uhhhhh, I've converted to polygamy," Leon came up with on the fly. "What? I'm serious!" He swore as they all groaned and left him alone in the foyer.